sober | ✓

6

it'd been a week since that night.

one week.

and they were drifting apart, still.

and this time, it wasn't slow anymore.

he was still holding onto her, but he had finally come clean about all he was doing.

liquor.

weed.

cocaine.

acid.

she was in disbelief. 

but her heart was telling her to hold on until the moment was right to let him go.

her heart was so done with his shit that even it agreed she needed to move on from how much of an ass he was being.

she was still feeling like she was suffocating, though.

she hated every bit of it, and she was dying inside.

she was drowning.

and brice didn't care.

he never asked how she was.

he never asked why she seemed gloomy.

he just made stupid, little comments about her feelings any time they'd hang out.

"you look sad, cheer up."

"don't be such a bitch, come on, get it together."

"you're acting so weak, babe."

she was disgusted at how he viewed her.

and she was so fucking fed up.

she was coming undone.

everything she felt for him was leaving her.

she was angry.

she was hurt.

she was so done.

and she would show him just how done she was.